Just a note, after I finished writing I realized it may be too graphic for some to read. I didn’t go into much depth but I talk about images of Ariella in the ICU. If that’s too much for you I advise you to skip to the last paragraph.
Sleep. Sleep continues to be elusive. Once I fell asleep last night I mostly stayed asleep but it took a very long time for me to fall asleep and I was up early. I have a reel of images running through my head and I can’t turn them off. These images mostly attack at night, though I do get flashbacks of them throughout the day. All images of Ariella in the PICU. Shattering images of her scared eyes when they were prepping to intubate her. Crushing images of her with her sad eyes and miming that she wanted to drink. Devastating images of her writing on her white board “What if I die?” and “I want to die. This is horrible. I might as well be dead.” Asking “am I getting worse?” Heartbreaking images of Ariella on her side when they were cleaning her, in obvious discomfort and a tear dropping from her eye. Distressing images of Ariella practically lifeless in bed, barely opening an eye even when being poked and prodded and moved around. These images do not leave me. I feel such anguish that this is how she spent the last two months of her life, mostly awake and aware. She wasn’t in pain but she was extremely uncomfortable and miserable.
Also very sad to remember are the few positive moments we had in the ICU because at the time, they were positive. Ariella being so excited for a taste of popsicle and Rita’s that she wanted me to tell everyone about it. Ariella being so excited for her tracheostomy surgery because it would mean the tube would be out of her mouth and she would be able to drink and talk. That was another milestone she wanted me to share with everyone because she was so happy about it. When Ariella woke up after her surgery she gave me a big smile when she realized the tube was out. We all thought that was going to be the turning point to get her out of the ICU. We had talked about what Ariella should get following her hospital stay as she deserved something big. And she said, well wrote, “how about new shoes?” All the hell she went through and was going through and she asked for shoes. Broke my heart. The last thing she had looked forward to was finally getting water. She was able to get just 5mL at a time about 3 times a day to start but boy was she happy to get just that. That’s how horrific it all was, that drops of water and tastes of a popsicle could bring that much joy. She had everything all planned out once she got out of the ICU. A big glass of water in the purple cup she won playing bingo, milk, Rita’s, and a shower. And then a big steak dinner when she finally got out of the hospital. None of those dreams were realized. She was on the schedule to have a swallow study completed but it never happened because she took a turn for the worse. After that she never fully recovered. The only comfort I take from this is that she was sedated near the end so no longer uncomfortable and scared.
To contradict myself now, I am glad Ariella was sedated for her sake but I regret not having the death talk with her. When she asked earlier in her stay “what if I die?” everyone thought she would recover and come off the vent, her lungs just needed more time. We did not promise her she wouldn’t die but we did say the doctors were doing everything they could to prevent that. When it became apparent that there was a good chance Ariella wasn’t coming home with us she was mostly sleeping so we never got to talk to her about how she was feeling about dying. By then was she scared to die? Or was she ready to die? What did she think would happen once she died? Where did she think she would go? What, if anything was she worried about? We have talked about death before and what happens after someone dies and Ariella believed in Heaven so I just hope with all my being that by then she was no longer scared to die and was ready to go. Because it kills me to think she might have been scared about dying near the end but didn’t tell us.
I started this post about sleep. This lack of sleep along with the grief is leaving me in what I would call a fog. Concentrating on anything for longer than a few minutes is impossible. I get distracted so easily but usually not by anything, I just end up staring into space. I am extremely forgetful and am having trouble just getting through routine tasks from start to finish. I find myself frequently losing my train of thought when in conversation. I wasn’t going to write today but I know if I don’t have something to do I will fall asleep and I am worried that a nap will make it even harder for me to sleep tonight. But maybe I should take sleep when I can.